In the quiet morning light, he stands tall,His shadow a shelter, a fortress of calm.With eyes that hold the wisdom of time,He walks beside me, steady and strong.Hands worn by years of tireless work,Yet gentle in their touch, their care.A voice that speaks in gentle tones,A heart that knows no bounds, no end.Through storms and trials, he remains unshaken,His courage a beacon, guiding the way.In laughter and joy, he shares his warmth,A steady presence, come what may.My father, a pillar of unwavering faith,In his love, I find my greatest strength.With every step, he paves the path,In his embrace, I find my home.